Sabrina found herself expectedly enjoying the passengers company. Gun had already been saying she was really nice so her nature wasn't a surprise to the cook. There was something genuinely refreshing about the her presence—her appreciation for the simple act of sharing a meal and engaging in conversation was a pleasant change from the usual hustle and bustle of the galley. She was happy for the conversation and the question prompted gave way to a happy story.

"When I first boarded The Silver Wing, it was under rather unconventional terms. I had been trying and failing to barter my cooking skills for passage. The Guild said the earliest I could be added to a ship through their agreements was over a year and most other ships were refusing, saying the trade wasn't worth it or that they had cooks already." At this Sabrina gave a simple shrug and she moved another few dishes towards the redhead for her touch. "Captain Church, ever the man to find misfits..." Sabrina laughed at this teasing and self deprecating joke. 

"Well he was the first one to even ask to see what I could do. I started to ask how and he said if I could make something with what he had in his hold that passed he would agree to the barter. He sent.... Cannon, I think, he used to be shorter, and the boy came back with some this and thats so I rolled up my sleeves and gave it my best." Using a dirty dish she pretended to set some food on it and slid the plate over as if reenacting her presenting the food to the Captain.

"The man took two bites and gave a nod. At which point I figured I had passed." Sabrina seemed to shake her head and gave a smile. "The man said the food was too good for a ship and that he would only agree to it if I promised to start a restaurant when I made it to the next port over. I agreed of course and two days later I was cooking in here."

The cook then signed and added the dish from her little theater act to the soap. "However, when we reached said port, the prospect of life on land felt starkly different from the camaraderie I had come to cherish here. The familiarity of the ship, with its creaks, smells, and crew, well it just started to feel like more than the restaurant I had supposedly promised.

"So, I made the decision to stay. The Silver Wing became my sanctuary and my adventure" She looked out towards the hatch that lead to the stairs to the main deck. "And I haven't regretted it every since. Save for the few times I met someone and then found out they snored more than a storm sways..." She gave a flirty look as she brought up some of her past loves on the ship. 

This red-haired beauties presence on the ship served as a reminder of Sabrina’s unexpected journey, and she was grateful for the company. The lightness she brought to the kitchen was both delightful and reassuring, embodying the serendipity of finding meaningful connections in the most unexpected places.